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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Fiction, continued

The train wasn't crowded.

She sat in a far corner, the duffel bag on her lap, hugging her knees to her chest. Nobody noticed her. Even if they had, she thought, in this place they would not have cared.

Resting her head against the window, she silently cried as she fought off sleep.


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